I’m honestly uninspired by and have no likable ideas for my “Toby the Turtle Goes to College” story. I like the idea of it, but everything I have so far is not worth “publishing” here. I also can’t get “Floating to the Ground” out of my mind. I was not happy with my original revision of the Prelude, and this afternoon I revised it when an idea came to me. Now, I feel fully satisfied with it.
I haven’t written here in awhile because of my lack of spark for the turtle story and because I’ve been busier than I anticipated. My work (high school English teacher) has me as busy as I expected, and Wyldlife (middle school YoungLife) started back up last week–but I also just received a lead for a freelance editing job. It’s literally one job, one manuscript, but it’s the start that I was hoping and praying for months ago. We’ll see what happens with that! If you like or are curious about “Floating to the Ground,” then this post is for you! I would love to expand this into a full novel, IF I can think of enough material. For now, it is a short story with potential for inward expansion (sounds very Narnian and Whovian). Enjoy!
“Floating to the Ground”
by Christine Flower
I’m stuck here in this city in the sky – it’s my inescapable prison. I am here, and he’s deploying to land in three days. There’s nothing I can do about it, and it sucks.
Norman Pierce and I met four years ago in high school; we were just seventeen—it feels so long ago. He came to school as a new student on a Friday in April from a place called Nevada, which is on land, nowhere near here. The Tower in his Confederation did what’s called Reassignment, and because his family’s names were on the list, they were forced to move.
I would do anything for Norman. When I talk to him he looks me in the eyes, full of intention. I can tell that he’s thinking about what I’m saying because it’s like his eyes are asking me questions before his mouth even opens.
Our friendship kindled about eight months after we met. My grandma was diagnosed with brain cancer, and I felt like I was barely surviving. One day when Norman and I were walking down the hallway on our way to our second hour, he said (I’ll never forget this), “You’re talking about T. Rhodes–why his song inspires you so much. You’re talking about your job being great, but what about you? I can tell there’s something more, but you haven’t told me… And then he waited… It didn’t take long, maybe a few seconds, and my voice let out almost a screaming cry; I instantly started sobbing. We went outside quickly because I was so embarrassed to cry in front of others like that. It was only when we were outside that I noticed he was holding my hand. It didn’t feel romantic or anything. Norman was just being my friend. He ran into the guys’ bathroom for some toilet paper because my face was all wet, and my nose was running. I stood up, and he instinctually wrapped his arms around me until I could calm down. Then we hid from the school security guards and just left. We talked for two hours as we drove around Ethereal. Norman, the guy who usually seemed a bit too serious, made me laugh that day more than any other person has. It was after that, that most of my free time was spent with him. And then The Assignment came.
Change feels like punishment when you enjoy your life, but it can also bring an unexpected joy when your new life brings you people you come to love. That’s what happened with us. Our love was kept a secret from us, by us, until The Assignment was delivered about a month ago.